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 DH3Mount Currie - Lillooet 
 Duffey Lake Road  (Hwy 99)

DH1 DH30 DH60
DH2 DH31 DH61
DH3 DH32 DH62
DH4 DH33 DH63
DH5 DH34 DH64
DH6 DH35 DH65
DH7 DH36 DH66
DH8 DH37 DH67
DH9 DH38 DH68
DH10 DH39 DH69
DH11 DH40 DH70
DH12 DH41 DH71
DH13 DH42 DH72
DH14 DH43 DH73
DH15 DH44 DH74
DH16 DH45 DH75
DH17 DH46 DH76
DH18 DH47 DH77
DH19 DH48 DH78
DH20 DH49 DH79
DH21 DH50 DH80
DH22 DH51 DH81
DH23 DH52 DH82
DH24 DH54 DH83
DH25 DH55 DH83
DH26 DH56 DH84
DH27 DH57 DH85
DH28 DH58  
DH29 DH59  

Ride of the Summer

Phil and I started off towards the ferry at Needles on DH2 (which I actually prefer to DH1). After 30 km we arrived at the Spruce Grove Cafe where we thought they would dispense fuel but they didn’t, so we had to ride 30 km back to Cherryville to fill up. Not such an onerous task on DH2!  

We left Cherryville for the second time, again heading for Needles. The perfect day for riding: sunny, dry and no STC’s. Traffic was light; some of the 4 wheel variety but mostly just those pesky Harley Davidson Baby Boomers jiggling their way up the road to the next Starbucks.  

After Monashee Pass there are a few straight stretches that are long enough to red line the VFR in 6th gear, a first for me. Phil was able to get 6800 rpm in 5th  and since his red line’s 7000, he was pretty chuffed because he was worried about being down 20 psi compression on his right cylinder.  

We arrived at Needles and were in the ferry line with some of those same HDBB’s (Harley Davidson Baby Boomers) we had seen at the Spruce Grove Café before we turned around for fuel. They must have stopped to admire the view more than us.  

After an uneventful ride to Nakusp, we had lunch with some of the BMOC boys and then headed back to the ferry. There were about 10 bikes on the ferry; some Asian, some Teutonic, some Nortons, 3 Guzzi’s, and a 02 Daytona 955i. A couple of minutes before we arrive at the other side Phil says, “Well, we should see who wants to play. But you lead off because I don’t want to do anything too silly!”  And that folks, is why we call him Mr. Moderation.  

As soon as we were waved off the ferry we did what every BC biker does when he comes off any BC ferry; launched out of there like we hadn’t seen a piece of dry pavement in 6 months. There are a couple of straights before you get to Monashee Pass so I kept the VFR at 190+ which is just a little faster than Phil’s Guzzi will go. I knew when we reached the pass that he would want to be breathing down my tailpipe and I wanted a bit of space between us.

Pretty soon I see a light coming from behind and it is coming fast. Tom, on the 955i Daytona, passed me doing about 250k. Then he eased off a bit. I figured he’s a local guy from Vernon so I’ll follow him for a while. We were doing about 200k on the straights. Pretty quick but not banzai crazy fast through the corners. I did touch down my toes more than once or twice though and I have noticed that the toe tread on my Rockport shoes has started to cup a bit. No more size 15 Rockports 020’s for me. I think I’ll try some Metzlers.  

Going up the eastside of Monashee pass has to be some of the best biking anywhere. Coming down the west side we went past a small herd of unfenced cows feeding at the side of the road. Kind of gave Tom the roaming cow jitters so we jittered on down to about 160k on the straights but still maintained a good pace through the corners.  

All too soon we were at the Spruce Grove Café at 56Km and we hadn’t had ONE single bit of traffic on our side of the road! And precious little going the other way, too. Phil roared into view 3 minutes later, transported in his own mirage from the heat haze roiling off the big V-Twin cylinders. The first comment from Mr. Moderation was, “You bastards are cheating--using those motors to get away from me!”

He had flogged that Guzzi as hard as it would go, wide open down every straightaway and as quick as he could push it through every corner. Safe to say he holds the "not-too-silly Guzzi V1000 Needles to Spruce Grove” record!  

The three of us agreed it was the ride of the summer. About 5 minutes later the next bike came by just in time for Phil to break a clutch cable, but knowing his bike’s appetite for cables he had a spare under the seat and we were back under way in no time. The rest of the ride seemed pretty tame after that.
Glenn on 1990VFR  Phil on 1979 Guzzi V1000